Free Spirit

I'm dead.. Again

I​ ​just​ ​died​ ​for​ ​the​ ​8th​ ​time.​ ​You​ ​see,​ ​when​ ​you​ ​die,​ ​you​ ​wander​ ​around​ ​the​ ​earth​ ​as​ ​a​ ​spirit for​ ​a​ ​bit,​ ​before​ ​you​ ​reincarnate.​ ​During​ ​this​ ​time,​ ​you​ ​remember​ ​all​ ​your​ ​memories​ ​from​ ​your​ ​past lives,​ ​and​ ​decide​ ​whether​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​take​ ​revenge​ ​on​ ​humanity​ ​for​ ​giving​ ​you​ ​some​ ​shitty​ ​lives, or​ ​if​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​have​ ​mercy​ ​on​ ​them.​ ​Luckily​ ​for​ ​humanity,​ ​there's​ ​more​ ​good​ ​than​ ​bad.​ ​I'm​ ​a fairly​ ​new​ ​spirit,​ ​so​ ​I've​ ​only​ ​had​ ​8​ ​bodies.​ ​Some​ ​spirits​ ​roaming​ ​around​ ​have​ ​been​ ​here​ ​since​ ​the dawn​ ​of​ ​time.​ ​Spirits​ ​never​ ​die,​ ​but​ ​there's​ ​new​ ​spirits​ ​all​ ​the​ ​time.​ ​We're​ ​everywhere.​ ​What​ ​were my​ ​bodies​ ​you​ ​ask?​ ​Well,​ ​I've​ ​always​ ​been​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​of​ ​a​ ​free​ ​spirit​ ​(ba​ ​dum​ ​tss)​ ​so​ ​I've​ ​never​ ​really had​ ​a​ ​stick​ ​up​ ​my​ ​ass​ ​like​ ​Republican​ ​senators​ ​and​ ​stuff.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​a​ ​salesman​ ​in​ ​the​ ​1920s​ ​once,​ ​that was​ ​fun.​ ​I​ ​had​ ​a​ ​beautiful​ ​wife,​ ​and​ ​3​ ​kids.​ ​There​ ​was​ ​also​ ​the​ ​ballerina.​ ​I​ ​hated​ ​that.​ ​If​ ​I​ ​ever​ ​have to​ ​do​ ​that​ ​again,​ ​I'll​ ​go​ ​insane.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​forced​ ​into​ ​it.​ ​However,​ ​my​ ​most​ ​recent​ ​one​ ​was​ ​a​ ​six​ ​year old​ ​girl.​ ​Died​ ​of​ ​leukemia.​ ​I​ ​got​ ​to​ ​stand​ ​and​ ​watch​ ​my​ ​own​ ​parents​ ​sob​ ​at​ ​my​ ​funeral.​ ​I've​ ​went​ ​to every​ ​single​ ​one​ ​of​ ​my​ ​own​ ​funerals.​ ​Why?​ ​It​ ​kinda​ ​helps​ ​to​ ​know​ ​that​ ​people​ ​care.​ ​I'm​ ​a​ ​pretty good​ ​spirit,​ ​I've​ ​never​ ​haunted,​ ​never​ ​killed​ ​anyone,​ ​cursed,​ ​hexed,​ ​or​ ​anything.​ ​I​ ​mean,​ ​I've​ ​beat people​ ​up​ ​but​ ​I​ ​don't​ ​really​ ​count​ ​that.​ ​Sometimes​ ​people​ ​just​ ​need​ ​to​ ​get​ ​beat​ ​up.​ ​Like​ ​if​ ​they're being​ ​a​ ​jerk​ ​or​ ​something. 

Anyway,​ ​because​ ​I'm​ ​a​ ​good​ ​person,​ ​people​ ​always​ ​show​ ​up​ ​to​ ​my​ ​funerals.​ ​I​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​wish that​ ​you​ ​could​ ​bring​ ​your​ ​memories​ ​of​ ​past​ ​lives​ ​into​ ​your​ ​next​ ​one,​ ​just​ ​so​ ​you​ ​know​ ​how​ ​to​ ​not screw​ ​up.​ ​Like​ ​make​ ​it​ ​the​ ​best​ ​you​ ​can.​ ​Well,​ ​your​ ​spirit​ ​matures​ ​as​ ​it​ ​gets​ ​older​ ​too,​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​like how​ ​you​ ​can​ ​tell​ ​someone's​ ​an​ ​old​ ​soul,​ ​but​ ​that's​ ​not​ ​what​ ​I​ ​mean.​ ​For​ ​instance,​ ​when​ ​I​ ​was​ ​that little​ ​girl,​ ​I​ ​ate​ ​dog​ ​poop​ ​when​ ​I​ ​was​ ​3.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​disgusting.​ ​Don't​ ​eat​ ​dog​ ​poop​ ​kids.​ ​So,​ ​I​ ​wish​ ​when I​ ​get​ ​my​ ​new​ ​body​ ​I​ ​have​ ​this​ ​memory​ ​so​ ​I​ ​don't​ ​eat​ ​dog​ ​poop​ ​again.​ ​I​ ​wonder​ ​when​ ​I'm​ ​going​ ​to.​ ​I once​ ​had​ ​to​ ​wait​ ​400​ ​years​ ​for​ ​a​ ​reincarnation.​ ​I​ ​also​ ​had​ ​to​ ​wait​ ​10​ ​years.​ ​It's​ ​a​ ​lottery,​ ​really.​ ​I mean,​ ​you'd​ ​think​ ​that​ ​wandering​ ​around​ ​the​ ​earth​ ​would​ ​be​ ​hell,​ ​but​ ​it's​ ​not​ ​that​ ​bad.​ ​You​ ​can​ ​go anywhere,​ ​see​ ​anything,​ ​and​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​of​ ​times,​ ​spirits​ ​follow​ ​people​ ​around,​ ​sending​ ​them​ ​good​ ​vibes, sometimes​ ​even​ ​giving​ ​them​ ​signs​ ​to​ ​do​ ​or​ ​not​ ​to​ ​do​ ​something​ ​(because​ ​of​ ​wisdom​ ​of​ ​a​ ​similar situation​ ​from​ ​a​ ​past​ ​life).​ ​When​ ​you're​ ​a​ ​spirit,​ ​you're​ ​super​ ​connected​ ​with​ ​nature.​ ​Plants, crystals,​ ​water,​ ​air​ ​etc​ ​have​ ​energies,​ ​and​ ​when​ ​you​ ​are​ ​literally​ ​energy​ ​yourself​ ​(well,​ ​energy​ ​with consciousness,​ ​human​ ​energies​ ​are​ ​different​ ​than​ ​those​ ​of​ ​plants​ ​and​ ​animals,​ ​more​ ​complex, unique)​ ​nature​ ​is​ ​amazing.​ ​But​ ​ya,​ ​that's​ ​the​ ​life​ ​of​ ​a​ ​spirit. 

Right​ ​now,​ ​I​ ​made​ ​my​ ​way​ ​from​ ​Virginia​ ​all​ ​the​ ​way​ ​to​ ​the​ ​Altai​ ​mountains.​ ​It​ ​doesn't​ ​take much,​ ​but​ ​still.​ ​I'm​ ​just​ ​kinda​ ​sitting​ ​on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​a​ ​mountain,​ ​well​ ​as​ ​much​ ​as​ ​pure​ ​energy​ ​can​ ​sit without​ ​being​ ​absorbed​ ​into​ ​the​ ​dirt.​ ​Why​ ​am​ ​I​ ​here​ ​you​ ​may​ ​ask?​ ​I​ ​come​ ​to​ ​this​ ​place​ ​every​ ​time​ ​I reincarnate.​ ​Not​ ​sure​ ​why,​ ​I​ ​just​ ​do.​ ​Maybe​ ​it's​ ​because​ ​there​ ​aren't​ ​many​ ​other​ ​spirits​ ​here,​ ​and not​ ​many​ ​humans.​ ​It's​ ​also​ ​really​ ​close​ ​to​ ​where​ ​my​ ​first​ ​body​ ​died.​ ​This​ ​little​ ​mountain​ ​has​ ​sat untouched​ ​by​ ​humanity​ ​for​ ​as​ ​long​ ​as​ ​I​ ​can​ ​remember.​ ​Just​ ​this​ ​mountain.​ ​There​ ​aren't​ ​many places​ ​on​ ​earth​ ​like​ ​this,​ ​other​ ​than​ ​Antarctica,​ ​but​ ​I​ ​went​ ​there​ ​and​ ​it​ ​sucks.​ ​Just​ ​snow.​ ​So​ ​much snow.​ ​I'm​ ​still​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​bothered​ ​by​ ​my​ ​parents​ ​being​ ​so​ ​upset​ ​though.​ ​This​ ​is​ ​my​ ​first​ ​life​ ​where​ ​my parents​ ​lived​ ​to​ ​see​ ​me​ ​die.​ ​I've​ ​seen​ ​my​ ​many​ ​parents​ ​die​ ​all​ ​the​ ​time,​ ​it​ ​shouldn't​ ​be​ ​the​ ​other way​ ​around.​ ​Hopefully​ ​the​ ​universe​ ​will​ ​give​ ​me​ ​some​ ​time​ ​to​ ​recover,​ ​I​ ​don't​ ​want​ ​to​ ​step​ ​into​ ​my next​ ​life​ ​with​ ​depression.​ ​Maybe​ ​that's​ ​why​ ​people​ ​are​ ​depressed.​ ​Things​ ​to​ ​contemplate​ ​I suppose.​ ​I​ ​don't​ ​think​ ​I​ ​seem​ ​that​ ​bothered​ ​by​ ​it.​ ​Well,​ ​its​ ​always​ ​best​ ​to​ ​hide​ ​behind​ ​a​ ​mask​ ​of juvenile​ ​nonchalance​ ​I​ ​guess.​ ​I'm​ ​joking. Don't​ ​do​ ​that.​ ​I'm​ ​hundreds​ ​of​ ​years​ ​old,​ ​you'd​ ​think​ ​I'd be​ ​more​ ​mature.​ ​Oh​ ​well.​ ​Mature​ ​is​ ​for​ ​Republican​ ​senators.​ ​Anyway,​ ​it's​ ​about​ ​time​ ​to​ ​stop​ ​hiding on​ ​a​ ​mountain​ ​like​ ​a​ ​monk.​ ​Probably​ ​gonna​ ​go​ ​wander​ ​around.​ ​Maybe​ ​I'll​ ​be​ ​someone's​ ​familiar. That​ ​would​ ​be​ ​pretty​ ​cool.​ ​For​ ​the​ ​record,​ ​familiars​ ​are​ ​spirits​ ​that​ ​can​ ​appear​ ​in​ ​the​ ​form​ ​of​ ​an animal​ ​or​ ​humanoid​ ​or​ ​something​ ​(the​ ​spirit's​ ​spirit​ ​animal)​ ​and​ ​help​ ​you​ ​out.​ ​The​ ​familiar​ ​picks you,​ ​but​ ​you​ ​have​ ​to​ ​have​ ​a​ ​spiritual​ ​connection​ ​of​ ​some​ ​sort,​ ​and​ ​because​ ​I'm​ ​a​ ​new​ ​soul,​ ​it's harder​ ​to​ ​find.​ ​I​ ​don't​ ​even​ ​know​ ​my​ ​spirit​ ​animal.​ ​Damn. 

HOLD​ ​UP​ ​I​ ​had​ ​a​ ​really​ ​weird​ ​feeling.​ ​Like​ ​that​ ​feeling​ ​you​ ​get​ ​when​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​like​ ​you really​ ​need​ ​to​ ​be​ ​somewhere​ ​and​ ​don't​ ​know​ ​why.​ ​I​ ​got​ ​this​ ​image-y​ ​type​ ​thing​ ​of​ ​this​ ​little​ ​cafe​ ​in France,​ ​Paris​ ​specifically.​ ​And​ ​then​ ​I​ ​left.​ ​Little​ ​did​ ​I​ ​know​ ​that​ ​would​ ​be​ ​the​ ​best​ ​decision​ ​I've​ ​evermade.